Big Tree Village

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Bryan is hot. He has shaggy brown hair and mud brown eyes. But he has skinny limbs and has no self control, whatsoever. Of course we’re not at my idea of a date, a nice restaurant with breadsticks and wine. We’re at JUMP the newest bar closest to Big Tree Village. “Then out of now where a huge meatball,” Bryan stopped, to make his uninteresting story sound better. As Rocki and Demona slowly made their way to the dance floor I made an excuse to pee. “Alright, hurry though because it’s just getting good.” I rolled my eyes and made my way through the sweaty people near me. Don’t get me wrong JUMP is a cool bar. It had neon signs and sexy bartenders but then again I don’t like bars. I’d rather be at a restaurant drinking red wine over spaghetti. The bathroom was small and there was green barf (which I was trying not to look at) in the corner. I fixed my hair, applied some lips gloss and just waited. I felt my freedom slowly slipping away as the night grew on. I had just left; I had missed Kobe steak imported from Japan and everything. The punishment is awaiting me.

“It got red sauce all over his new white shirt,” Bryan said laughing. I had come back, and soon realized it was a bad choice. The story was incredibly immature and stupid. “It was hilarious.” He said finally after he stopped laughing. I smiled, but he could tell it was fake. “You had to be there,” he said quickly. I glanced over at the dance floor and Bryan grabbed me hand. “Let’s dance.”

The music was blaring in my ears and unknown bodies were rubbing against me, if only my mother could see me now… I was moving back and forth, trying to get my feet straight when Bryan starts grinding on my leg. Now I was pissed. One I didn’t really know the guy, and two I already hated him. I pulled myself away from him and he looked up and smiled. “Oh damn,” he murmurs under his breath. “You wanna go somewhere?” What is that supposed to mean? I nodded slowly and his smile grew larger. Uh-oh.

He dragged me outside, the hopper barely noticing us. It was colder out, and I could actually breathe. He was pulling me hard down the street. His feet moving fast and elbows jutting in to me. I was going to stop him but he yanked me up to a small white house and sighed deeply. “HEY!” Bryan screeched.

The door opened and there was a tall red-head guy holding a sandwich. “Bryan!” The boy yelled when he saw us. They bro-hugged and Bryan pulled me inside. It smelled like mustard and mold, not a good combination. We were in a family room. There was a stained couch and a small TV which was on some game show. The air conditioning was on full blast and I was suddenly freezing. Bryan pulled off his shirt; he had a lot of brown chest hair. Ew. He smiled and kissed my nose. My heart basically stopped. Go somewhere. We’re going to do it. I pulled away from him, my head started throbbing.

“Let’s go, come on.” He growled pulling me inside a room. It was dark but I could see an un-made bed. Oh my gosh. I’m still a virgin. Oh my gosh. He pushed me on the bed and started kissing me. My heart starting beating faster and his skinny arms reached up my shirt and started unhooking my bra strap. Hell no.

“Get the fuck off of me right now you pervert!” I screamed. He stopped and slid his hands around my waist and looked up at me.

“What did you just say?” He asked.

“You heard me.” I murmur, my breath coming quick like I was born to make these comebacks. His warm arms slipped back at his side and he sat up, still on top of me.

“I’m sorry it’s just, I thought you wanted to.” He said wiping his forehead. I rolled my eyes.

“Why would I want to have sex with your ugly ass?” I said laughing. Then suddenly I couldn’t stop. I was laughing crazily, as if something was actually funny. I could barely breathe and he just watched me. Damn, I’m tired. He rolled over and started looking for his shirt. I sat up and pulled my hair in to a pony tail. I was breathing heavily and my head was still throbbing. I pulled out Siri, it was almost midnight. Shit. “Is this your house?”I wonder. He glanced up at me and nodded. I rolled over and started pulling the sheets over my head.

“You can stay, if you want.” He offered. I felt my eyes closing.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

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He was warm, and his arms were around me. His breathing was steady and I could feel his heart beating softly against my back. I felt so relieved to still have my pants on and still be a virgin. It was freezing though. I slipped out of Bryan’s grasp and grabbed a towel from the top of the closet. I opened the door and jumped over his shirt and saw the TV was still blaring and the guy from last night asleep on the couch. I tapped him. He had long orange hair and freckles like Bert. He had big green eyes; I noticed when he opened them. “Hi,” I said shyly.

“Hey,” he grumbled sitting up. He had mustard on his cheek.

“Where’s the shower?” I asked quickly. He pointed down the hallway.

“Down there to your left. How was last night with Bryan?” He muttered licking his cheek, barely missing the mustard. I shook my head.

“We didn’t do anything.” He chuckled. I turned around and started walking down the hall, my mind racing.

“Hey,” he called after me. I turned to face him. He was standing up, the stain gone. “What’s your name?”

“Zoey.”